A special poem

When Adam was in jail for his DUI I gave him a poem. A copy of "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley that I learned in high school. I say it to myself sometimes to get me through. While Adam was here he showed me that he still has it. That meant a lot to me. My dad just quoted it and I think I'm going to try and remember it in my own recovery. It goes something like this:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.